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warrant?“
    “No, but I can come back with one. Wills are filed as public documents anyway for probate, as you well know. You’d be better off showing it to me now than making me wait for the filing.“
    “I suppose so.”
    The will was short and said exactly what Mrs. Connor had reported.
    “Did you draw this up?“ Walker asked. “Your letterhead is on it.“
    “No, not precisely. Mr. Connor wrote it by hand. I just had my secretary correct the spelling and type it.“
    “Did you advise him?“
    “I tried to. But he insisted he wanted to keep it precisely the way it was. It was foolish, not to say wicked. But he got what he paid for and wouldn’t hear my reasoning.“
    “Which was?“
    “That his grandsons might not be suitable heirs, since neither one had seen or spoken to him since they were children. When you’re the local attorney, you know these things.”
    Walker didn’t feel he was responsible for correcting this error and telling Mr. Woodly about Kelly Connor’s visits.
    “Have you contacted the grandsons about this?“
    “No. I can’t find either of them. The older one took a job in New York City, I’m told. And the younger, I hear, drives a bus around selling domestic items.”
    Walker rose from the highly uncomfortable chair clients had to sit in and thanked Mr. Woodly for his help and headed back to Voorburg, disappointed. He’d liked Miss Twibell’s theory that the will was forged. There was no indication from Woodly that this was true. But he’d still keep the idea in his mind for future reference.
    In fact, he wasn’t sure he could believe anything he’d been told today.
    As he was driving back, he thought of one more question he should have asked Miss Twibell and headed for the nursing home.
    “I forgot to note the date the will was signed. Was it after Sean Connor’s grandson Kelly started visiting him?“ he asked her.
    “Let me think. It was a very busy day, as I recall. I had a fifth patient who had just come in with a very bad abscess on his leg that required several lancings over a period of several days. Kelly Connor only came to visit later, I think. But I’ll check my records and get back to you. I think Kelly’s visits, the extra patient, and the lawyer’s visit were fairly close together.”
    Lily had finished the last mopping of the day, and Robert had taken down the last load of laundry. Miss Twibell said they could leave early if they wished.
    “I’d like to stick around, if you don’t mind,“ Robert said. “I could help the Harbinger boys get the dumbwaiter working.“
    “So I have to walk home?“ Lily said. “It’s raining, in case you didn’t notice.“
    “I’ll drive you home, Lily,“ Howard volunteered.
    Lily thanked him, and they walked out to his car together.
    “Mind if we take the long way back? I’d like to talk to you,“ Howard asked as he opened the door of the police car for her.
    “Why not. And what have you learned about Mr. Connor’s death?“ Lily asked.
    “I’ve been told quite a lot. But I don’t believe most of what I’ve heard. You probably know about Mrs. Connor’s rant about the will?“
    “I think everybody in the nursing home heard it.“
    “When I went to speak to her,“ Howard said, “she repeated it word for word. It didn’t sound real. Or rather, it seemed to be something she’d practiced saying for some time. A version of the property exchange that made her look saintly.“
    “I don’t think either of them were ever the least bit saintly,“ Lily said.
    “Neither do I,“ Howard replied, settling into the driver’s seat. But instead of starting the car, he turned to face her. “And my conversation with Sean Connor’s attorney was a waste of time. He went all saintly as well. He said it was all the old man’s idea, and that he tried to talk him out of leaving the farm to the grandsons. I didn’t believe him either. The only thing I learned from him, which he must have heard from Mrs. Connor, was that neither of the grandsons had any contact with their grandparents since they were small children.“
    “But Kelly visited his grandfather.“
    “That’s the point. Nobody but the people at the nursing home seem to know about that. There’s another thing that puzzles me,“ Howard said.
    “Miss Twibell told me what Mrs. Connor said here. And Mrs. Connor repeated it to me word for word, but she added something to it that might be the only true remark she made.“
    “What was that?“
    “That